Su Jiayuan is a familiar but unfamiliar place. I am familiar with it because it is the village where I once joined the queue, and strange because I haven’t been close to it for too long. Today, I am back to this familiar and unfamiliar place. My thoughts are like silk and my heart is tightly twined. Out of Yijun County, drive about 15 kilometers to the north along Baomao Highway. After turning up in a place called qiugou, it will take another 10 minutes’ drive to sujiawyuan. The road leading to sujiawuan has become a gravel road. Although it is not wide, the two cars can still pass by walking towards each other. The road was much flatter, so I was worried about going wrong. When I first set foot on this road 44 years ago, it was hideous. The carrier carrying luggage was turned over with tens of millions of caution. In order to avoid taking the wrong road, stop the car and confirm to the tractor driver who is driving across the road, then move forward with confidence. June is a colorful season. Several white clouds were floating in the blue sky, and the Green Corn covered a large area of land. The path winding in the emerald green is like a yellow ribbon swinging in the breeze. Looking around, we can see a few folk houses vaguely. Cars have entered the village. Some portals are wide open and some are closed. The whole village did not see people, and even the unique scene of crowing and barking in the countryside no longer existed. The car was parked under that thousand-year-old locust tree, trying to find the memory of that year. The old way to enter the village was abandoned. The earth cave which was originally built along the mountain with three layers of layout collapsed. Only those trees, the grass and the bare yellow land after collapse are still full of vitality and even a little arrogant. My friend helped me take some photos under the old locust tree, as if to keep those beautiful memories of the past forever. Why is the village of sujiayuan, which originally had a small population, so quiet and quiet that makes people feel flustered? Why is it so cold and desolate that makes people dare not speak out. Finally, I chose a family with open doors to find out the truth. With the help of a peasant woman who I didn’t know but could call out my name, she found Yang Tianye, the hard labourer in the village at that time. When he was in the queue, he was in his twenties. He was strong and energetic, and he was one of the best men in the village to work. It was the element of the landlord who hurt him. After the reform and opening up, he became the village head for a period of time. At present, he is already an old man in the village, over seventy years old. As soon as he stepped into the gate, he came out to greet me and held my hand tightly. Before I asked him something, the first thing he told me was that the former villagers were gone. There are only three or four of them left. After listening to his introduction, I roughly calculated in my heart that during the years I left, there were six or seven dozen people, and the average life span was about 60. Heart slightly sour. Under the leadership of Tian Ye, I visited seven families in total. I didn’t bring anything to the folks, and the big watermelons in my family showed my heart. Although there are not many people, they are also affectionate. They told me that it was much better now than when I was in the queue. Thirty years ago, a brick kiln was built on the tableland. The yard was large and the house was wide. Later, the electricity was also connected. I bought televisions at home, and some even bought refrigerators. Now there is no need to pay public food. The government also has some subsidies. It is not enough to drink water, but to drink pit water. After going to the west, I found that there were many kinds of agricultural machinery and even large transport vehicles. While the pigsty is empty, there is no chicken coop. Even the most important old cattle in the farm had no trace. The land in the village only grows corn, not wheat. Because the yield of drought wheat is too low. It’s OK to grow corn and it can also be sold at a good price, so I will go outside to buy some noodles. The land in sujiabei is not fertile, but it is also trying its best; People in sujiabei are not prosperous, and their lives are still continuing. At noon, it was already the time for villagers to have meals and rest. Villagers warmly greeted them to have meals and drink water. We declined politely. Because I know that water is too precious for people in sujiayuan.

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The Internet is a place to contribute to the country and the people, to convey warmth and promote justice, to create a happy life, to bring happiness to others, and to build a harmonious society, it is not a place for individuals to vent their personal anger and show off.

The world will be like what we do. If everyone spits everywhere, our world is the world of viruses and bacteria; If everyone throws garbage casually, our world is the world of garbage; If everyone is indifferent, our world is an indifferent world; If everyone smiles like Yang, our world is a warm and sunny world; If everyone does not spit and throw rubbish casually, our world is a healthy and clean world; If everyone does not protect the environment, our world is a polluted world; If everyone protects the environment, our world is a beautiful world; if everyone carries forward positive energy, our world is a harmonious world; If everyone is full of love and tries his best to make others happy, our world is a world of love and happiness for everyone……..

Quality is born. Most people with good quality are good people, either they can become good people, or they will become good people sooner or later. Most people with bad quality are bad people, or they will become bad sooner or later, or they may become bad sooner or later. Although the quality is good, the surrounding environment is not good, people who lack education and education and seriously lack morality may also become bad, and many of them become bad people. We can’t forgive those mistakes that are too far away from humanity and morality, and we must be sentenced to death. For example, Zhou Xijun’s car theft and infant killing case happened in Changchun city, the case of Han Lei falling to death of a baby happened in Daxing district, Beijing was very bad in nature and must be sentenced to death.

The more money is created, but the system is not advanced enough, the more waste and consumption of resources will be generated, the greater pollution will be caused to the environment, and the faster the expansion speed of the universe will naturally be. And this expansion of the universe is a vicious expansion. For example, malignant gases such as smog and carbon dioxide generated by pollution float in the atmosphere and eventually drift into the antimatter camp of the universe, form antimatter particles and some elements, and finally form antimatter.

Development is the absolute principle, but scientific and sustainable development is even harder.

The historical experience of five thousand years tells us that the purpose of war should be to fight for freedom, equality, peace and unity, it should be to fight for a happy and happy life for all people in the world. It is because we have this kind of beautiful ideal and wish that we gradually promote and form a harmonious Chinese harmonious culture of doctrine of righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and faith. However, the so-called Big Japan has no such cultural foundation at all, but it is still blindly despising others and trying to continue the invasion and expansion of militarism and the most backward set in the feudal period, and I think I am the greatest now? If it goes on like this, what Japan has left is only the ugly evidence for the world to continue to laugh at them.

Our souls are always on the edge of good and bad, pure and dirty. If we can’t grasp the direction of progress, or if we are not determined, we will easily make mistakes because of losing our direction. You should know that even a short-term and minor mistake is also a mistake.

If it is true love, it must burst out. Otherwise, it is like overstocking evil.

Life is both art and science. Life is not a drama at all, but some people just regard it as a drama. As a result, their heads are broken. They don’t know that even if life is really a game, they should respect the rules of the game and take every scene seriously.

To build a harmonious society, we must resolutely put an end to and refuse false feelings. We would rather look at the sun, moon and stars in the space than spend time looking at more false feelings.

All the ideological trends looking at money in the past and the disadvantages of pursuing economic benefits unilaterally now are prone to produce Surrealism ideological trends, which are very dangerous (thoughts and trends), we must pay high attention to it. For example, in the past, we only paid attention to economic benefits instead of environmental protection; We only paid attention to science instead of liberal arts; We only knew money but didn’t pay attention to human feelings, etc, all of them are the manifestation of surrealism thoughts. If we continue this way, we will inevitably lose our excellent traditional culture, at least affect the inheritance of cultural quality, and ultimately endanger the long-term stability of the country and the nation, we must resolutely oppose it. Excellent traditional culture must be inherited, let alone lost, and we can’t look at everything from money. The so-called development is the absolute principle. It is not only to develop economy, but also to inherit good traditional culture and develop new culture, both of them should not be biased. Those who understand that they only develop economy but do not pay attention to cultural views are wrong and also wrong.

How to promote the progress and development of society is a problem that each of us must think about.

People live for the meaning of life or make life more meaningful. Therefore, it is worthwhile to go through all kinds of hardships, because only in this way can we live a meaningful and wonderful life. China’s highly sound socialist system and America’s high social democracy are the only way to enter the glorious road of communism. Only countries with social system and culture like Japan now, it is the most backward country and society, although they have a few money.

Nature is relatively easy to lose balance, just as a person is easy to lose balance in thoughts, spirits, emotions and other aspects, and the loss of balance of nature is caused by the loss of balance of human beings first. The loss of balance of one person or a few people has little influence, but if most people lose balance, the problem will be bigger and nature will start to revenge on human beings.

The bluest place in the sky is also the place where the purest souls gather together.

All mankind is a common destiny, a common ideal (communist ideal), a common road (a common way to get rich), a common dream (a common dream of happiness), it is the destination of our common ideal, road and Destiny, which requires our common and long-term efforts.

Communists should not be equal to the enjoyment of pursuing material.

My soul is crying, calling, shouting conscience and justice, but when he comes …… to be continued; When he arrives at the scene of the incident …… to be continued; when he came to someone, those things had already happened …… to be continued;

On December 18th, 2013, in Lugou Bridge, Fengtai, Beijing.

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I don’t know how long I haven’t sat in the quiet night and wrote something. I suddenly felt that I had changed and I didn’t know myself. Although I was at a loss, I was clearly hurt by these things. A few days ago, I was inexplicably added to my friends, and then I was inexplicably confessed. Finally, I replied a lot of words in my heart inexplicably. It turned out to be a misunderstanding. Sometimes I feel that others also think that I am like a love expert. In fact, I am nothing but an expectation full of fear for some things, however, it seems to have some funny persistence. Therefore, I have always been a person full of contradictions, and then I said a lot of things I shouldn’t say in a muddle, but finally I was ridiculously forgotten by time. Maybe what I really forgot was myself. Time was just a witness of bad luck. At last, when we all disappeared, we left the years singing and chanting in the wind. You will forget the road you have traveled, let alone that there is still such a long way ahead. Time is like the roadside thorns, long time no one walk, so then they can will 1.1 point toward the middle of the road closure, final legacy dead leaves under that strips once the way. 2013 nian 8 yue 29 ri

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The rainy weather in recent days makes people feel depressed. The humid air and cold climate make the sky look like a gloomy face of a patient. Today, it finally shows a smile. In the morning, when I just opened my eyes, I found the whole bedroom bright. Open the window and see that the whole world has taken on a new look. Sparkling in the sky, trees and roofs seem to be soaked in hot springs in the sunshine. People walked out of the house one after another, moving their muscles and bones, soothing and soothing the depressed mood for a long time, playing freely in the sea of light like fish, enjoying the warmth and comfort brought by nature. At this moment, I couldn’t wait to go out of the door and jump into the embrace of sunshine. Walking on the bright streets, people also become suddenly enlightened and feel very comfortable. The slightly cool wind blows gently, dispelling the haze gathered in my heart and pounding on my face, feeling extremely clear and bright. In the park, people strolled in the sunshine energetically, and trees and grasslands also gave off fresh breath. I sat on the stone chair by the lake. Not far away, a child was struggling to practice walking with the help of his mother. He walked Askew. Although he often fell down, he still stood up later. A strength of unyielding made me believe that he could learn to walk in a short time, he can still walk steadily on the road of his growth. After all, winter is almost over, and the spring that comes next is their own.

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Tao Yuanming loved chrysanthemum in order to pick chrysanthemum under the eastern fence and leisurely see the leisure of Nanshan Mountain; Zhou Dunyi loved Lotus in order to get out of the silt but not dyed, clean and clean without demon; While Lu You Chongmei, it is for the sake that the snow is more awe-inspiring, and the spirit of the flower is the highest and firm. The following is his “Fu operator ode to Mei”: The bridge is broken outside the post station, and the loneliness is open. It was already dusk and I felt sad alone, with more wind and rain. Unintentional bitter contend for spring, next Qunfang jealous. Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance is as good as the old. Lu You was a famous patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. He opposed to surrender and compromise to the enemy and insisted on recovering the lost territory of the Central Plains. This belief was carried out throughout his life. No matter in poetry, prose, or in actual action, he is always unchanged. The lyrics of “Fu operator chants Plum Blossom” fully reflect the meaning of chanting things. When Lao Bai was still practicing pen copybook in primary school, he read this word for the first time. At that time, he was still confused about “bu operator”. Later he knew that this was the name of CI Pai used by literati in Tang and Song dynasties. With the growth of age, I gradually have a deeper understanding and understanding of this poem which conveys Mei’s heart. Now, Lao Bai tries to translate this song poem into modern text: Outside the desolate post station, beside the Broken Bridge, the plum blossom without any attention stretches its petals lonely. It was already dusk, the endless loneliness and sorrow, let alone the devastation of the storm! You have no intention to strive for beauty and beauty in the spring. You let those hundred purple flowers envy and hate. Even if you are stepped into Earth after withering and ground into dust, your refreshing fragrance will never disappear! Lu You’s poem clearly describes the experience of plum blossom, which is actually the author’s confession of his political experience of being excluded. Plum blossom and people in the word are two and one. Lu You (1125 1210), with the name of “Wu Guan”, named Fang Weng. The whole life of political career was bumpy: In the early years, he was recommended to be the first in the examination, which was jealous by Qin Hui; In the period of filial piety, he was excluded by long Dayuan and Zeng Bian, a group of scumbags; when he was in the shogunate of Wang Yan in Sichuan province, he had to go through the central plains, but he also found that he was addicted to the ruling group and couldn’t achieve his ambition; In his later years, he was in favor of the Northern Expedition of Han Yuanzhou. His fate was so full of twists and turns, and the deep reason was that what he faced was not only a part of surrender who betrayed the country and sought glory, but also a fatuous emperor who was still in peace. Lu You early ideal is horse-click mad Hu, dismount grass King book, However, in the reality of the Southern Song Dynasty, which was poor and weak, he could only watch the Southern Song Dynasty go on the road of breaking down with the land and the Qin Dynasty, still fighting the fire with their salaries. After repeated blows, exclusion, and relegation, Lu You had to send out the Hu is not gone, the temples first fall, tears flow empty, who expected in this life, heart in the Tianshan Mountains, the old Cangzhou sighed. His feeling of loneliness, loss and even falling into mud can be expressed through this word. At the beginning of the words, a group of sad scenes were released, which were opened and dropped by the deserted post station. It is not difficult for us to realize the loneliness of Lu you who is full of talent but no one appreciates. Next, the scene is closer. The boundless dusk is covered with thick sadness, and the wind and rain attack each other. There is a great potential that we will never give up until we die. A few words not only describe the vicious, fierce Wolf and hatred of the jealous. At the same time, it also contrasts Lu You’s loyalty, which is rather than tile-wide. By describing the difficult situation of plum blossom in this way, Lu You reveals the dark reality that the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind is blowing, the piles are out of the shore, the flow is turbulent, and the behavior is higher than the public. Thus, it implies the strong pressure and heavy blow that I have suffered in politics. In spite of this, Lu You’s feeling of worrying about the country and the people has never changed from the vulgar moral integrity. Even if the food is not continued, the medicine is stopped because there is no money; Because the lamp oil is saved, the book is not read, and even the wine glasses that I often use have to be sold reluctantly, he still didn’t step on the gate of power. He still had Du Ji in mind and his heart was attached to the common people. Isn’t it the natural outpouring of Lu You’s feeling of worrying about the country that he didn’t dare to remember? Isn’t it just like that although the plum blossom was released first, he didn’t fight for favor for fighting for the earlier time? The first term wrote Mei’s loneliness, pride, and custom, and firmness. Just as Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty wrote in the poem of ice and snow in the forest, different peaches and plums mingled with the dust. It is scattered into mud and grinded into dust, and only the fragrance is as good as the old saying that even if it is withered into soil. Crushed into dust, the fragrance in my heart will not change. This pushed the author’s thoughts and feelings to the climax, strongly expressing Lu You’s self-esteem, self-love and self-discipline, which was not willing to go along with the secular world, and he still had no regrets even though he died nine times. Don’t praise the color, just leave the air full of Qiankun. It is also because of the social background and ideological foundation that we can clearly see that plum blossom is actually the embodiment of Lu You’s noble character when reading the ode to plum blossom. He also clearly felt his pursuit to death. Eight hundred years later, when the East was red and the sun rose, Mao Zedong came out of China. Our Great Leader was reading Lu You’s poems about Mei and used them in the opposite direction. He wrote another song named “Fu operator’s poems about Mei”. The original text is as follows: wind and rain will send spring back, and snow will fly to spring. Is Cliff Baizhang ice, still pretty flowers. Qiaoqi does not compete for spring, but only reports Spring. When the mountain flowers were blooming, she smiled in the flowers. The main idea of the word is: the wind and rain just sent spring away, and the flying snowflakes are welcoming the arrival of spring again. It was already the coldest moment of frozen snow, and the beautiful plum blossom was still blooming on the edge of the cliff. Although plum blossom is beautiful, it does not show off itself, just to report the information of spring coming to people. When the flowers are in full bloom, she will feel very pleased. Lao Bai believes that objective things are dyed with personal subjective color through subjective transformation. Plum blossom, you can call it a high-ranking scholar or a beautiful woman, is sublimated from the specific object of plum blossom. For example, although these two words are written in plum blossom, due to the different times, personalities, mentality and aesthetic taste of Mao Zedong and Lu You, therefore, the ideological connotation of words is obviously different. The temperament of Mao Ci is bold and optimistic, while the tone of Lu CI is graceful and sentimental. From Ancient Times to Present, scholars and scholars of all dynasties have written countless poems praising plum blossom, but Li Qingzhao, a layman of Yi ‘An, once ridiculed some authors: When people write Plum poems, it is vulgar to write. Why is it vulgar to write? The sentiment of the author himself is an important reason. From this point of view, Lu fangweng and Mao great men really made extraordinary moves. However, those of us who are naked eyes can only sing some popular songs such as “three lanes of plum blossom”, “going through the snow to find Plum Blossom” and “a cut of Plum Blossom” to entertain ourselves. Next, let’s put aside the topic about wing Mei for the moment, and let’s talk about “bu operator”, the word card. Also known as “hundred ruler building”, “Mei fengbi”, “Chu Tianyao” and so on. According to legend, it borrowed the nickname of Luo Binwang, a poet of Tang Dynasty. Luo Binwang uses numbers to name his poems, and he is called the operator. This song was popular in the Northern Song Dynasty. Wanshu’s “law of CI” thinks that it is based on fortune tellers. Double tone, forty-four words, two rhymes in the upper and lower films. The two knots can also be added with words to change the five-character sentence into the six-character sentence. “Bu operator”, which is widely spread among the folk, is the work of Li Zhiyi in Song Dynasty, whose theme is eulogizing love. Original poem as follows: I live on the head of the Yangtze River, King live Yangtze River straight through. Day night thinking do not you see King, drink Yangtze River water. When does this water stop, this hate can be over. I only wish your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my lovesickness. Lao Baigang graduated from the school gate to his job. He was in front of the harsh environment of remote villages. When he was reading Tang Poetry and Song poetry under the lonely light at night, he often had a wonderful imagination, I have also tried to fill in some poems, among which there are two poems in Bu operator, which are very immature. Now Sun drying out. The warm wind blows the green mountains and flowers welcome guests. The motorcycle flies for two, laughing on the way to spring. The picnic food is fragrant, and the green is singing and dancing. Qingquan Chi Pan wears a flower crown, leaving a beautiful photo. “Bu operator’s journey in summer” sun umbrellas cover the hot sun, and the lake water is warm. Laugh, wear short clothes and leave the beach, and swim with each other. At dusk, it shines on the willows on the lakeside, and is idle for fishing. Head Pillow watermelon belly cover book, Light fan mosquito repellent.

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When I was young, I pretended to be sad and really happy. My youth has passed away, but I have become pretending to be happy and truly sad. Wandering in the ocean of words, some words hurt people. Turning it over, what hurts people is not words, not others, but the heart that he can’t stand cheating. If you are truly happy, happiness is everywhere. If you are sad, sadness will stick to you like a child and play with you. Some words can’t even be understood by myself. The traces of time only take away some complicated things. The ones left to accompany you are always there, and the ones taken away can no longer be remembered reluctantly. The habit from the rebellious period to the upcoming adult period was too overbearing, and even became a trace that could not be wiped out in the whole life. At that time, lying on the bed was full of passion, and the endless reverie spread, but it became boring when I felt it. Young people until 30 years old are used to remembering the days from time to time and recording some thoughts and their own stories concisely. Once upon a time, I hated the diary inexplicably, and I couldn’t afford the idea of continuing. Now it is also very embarrassing. The reason is that I love playing, making troubles and keeping diaries, which makes me sad and joyful tea tasting place. A bigger diary becomes an extension of the habit, and a bigger diary is a reminder of your idleness. Because I was afraid that I would run away when I saw my experience, and the diary began to feel wronged and dared not touch me. But now I want to get close to me in a diary, but I have been disgusted by the diary. Sometimes people begin to doubt whether they are too self-protection consciousness, or they dislike themselves, which makes them lose their passion. When I was young, my eyes were ignorant, but my heart was sharp. Now my heart becomes ignorant, but my eyes are bright. I really don’t know which one is the real self. In China, you can graffiti freehand brushwork at will. I want to go there. Take some chalk with the child and take his wife to graffiti freehand brushwork. Let my children learn what romance is from now on, but in my memory there is never a wall that can provide graffiti freehand brushwork. Even if there was one, it seemed that it had long been forgotten in the dark corner, in the stinking sewage ditch. Only the people before 80 had such an impulse. I always want to go far away to find the arbitrary place of the soul that can be graffiti at will, but I am struggling to find a place that can be curled up. The red armbands on the street, the big brim hats patrolling around, and the old and old ladies scanning everywhere in their eyes made me timid with the omnipresent hostility. I can’t pick up the chalk that I want to be free at all, graffiti and sketch my impulse and reverie. Occasionally, with the shelter of sunglasses and the confusion after drinking, you can finally show your instinct to vent your throb. Pee towards the dark unknown field. But it was immediately welcomed, and the pet strolling in the field was roaring like a freak. Shock and Terror evaporated the vagueness in my heart. After waking up, I felt a sense of heaviness. I dared not drink any more, and even dared not to cheer myself with sunglasses. Reserved, cowardly, timid, cautious and meticulous became the sorrow I portrayed in my heart. Unable to impact the walls of morality and law, and even more afraid to do the so-called evil things.

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In February, in the warm afternoon, put aside all homework, sleep on the desk, and close your eyes in the faint fragrance of flowers. This kind of feeling is really subtle. Almost every year at this time, I will have this kind of feeling. Just as Shi Tiesheng described the smell in the altar, I think this kind of feeling is hard to remember, only when you feel it again can you remember it. I took a nap in the classroom these two days, and this feeling was even stronger. Although I couldn’t judge whether I liked this feeling or not, I seemed to be intoxicated in this feeling, just like the spring of the campus, my emotion is also budding. In the eyes of outsiders, I must be a freak. My words and deeds are always different from most people. I will be angry and sad for something that seems very small to others, once you touch the sensitive point of your heart, you will cry, and you can’t help it. It makes people confused and unable to understand my feelings.

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In the afternoon at the end of February, sitting on the bus, there was a clean and broad road ahead. Two rows of yellow leaves of French Wood Indus beside Wenzhi Street were bathed in the broad sunshine, and the days were leisurely, lazy and beautiful, stealing leisure in the busy city reminds people of the dusk in the sunset. When the car stopped at one stop, several delicate faces came into view, exuding youthful vigor and sweetness, and reflecting the road in the sunshine ahead, the city was not without beauty, just as the usual busy streets also have Leisure beauty inadvertently, the road is clear, looking forward to the socks, flowing back. It is not that youth has never been here, but that it has no consciousness when it is flourishing, and it just misses it. You once told me that the starry sky is very beautiful. The starry sky in summer night is dotted with thousands of stars like snow on the Treetop. The Wind in summer night blows from all directions, refreshing and refreshing. There are occasionally two frogs ringing in the endless rice fields, you asked me to return from the road under the starry sky. I looked at my muddy legs. I didn’t go back alone until the stars sank into the Milky Way. I missed the stars all over the sky and you under the starry sky. You once asked me to enjoy the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, saying that you would prepare a few glasses of red wine and some moon cakes. You asked your two sisters to watch the moon and read poems together on the open-air platform on the top floor, and I was so tired of, the red wine is so sweet that I didn’t come to your house for sleeping. After the clock was turned, I began to get up in clothes, watching the moonlight like silver, thousands of households, the moon coming out of the moon, the Jiao people, the bright moon, thousands of miles, one person’s own reward. Miss your appreciation and excitement. You are on the opposite side of the road. If the grass is slightly exposed and the fiber is like willows, I can only see you passing across the road, and it is too late for the long life to have a crossing of electric light and Firestone, I expect you, but I have to miss it. Life once gave me sunshine, bright starry sky and bright moonlight, but I stayed at the moment when I once paid attention to you, missed the stars and the moon, and had nowhere to trace you. I wasted my youth and was always walking in the corner outside the beautiful scenery. I missed the bustle and harmony of my friends just because I couldn’t walk out of your beauty. If we had never met, I could not find the meaning of life. We have met and I have no life. You are my sun, moon and stars, spring flowers and autumn reality, and all of my life and life, It is a pity that fate is doomed to miss and cannot meet.

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When I walked into this grove, I realized that I hadn’t been here for a long time and became strange for a long time. A place buried in the bottom of my heart, covered with dust, which worries me day and night. I don’t know whether the olive tree I often dreamed of is still the same.

There is a small forest in the southeast of the village, and there is a very large and tall olive tree in the middle of the forest. Looking from a distance, it looks like a big white crane standing in the flock, looking down at everything around with mighty power. Its huge crown is really like a big umbrella. According to the old people in the village, this tree is about 200 years old. When we were young, we needed three people to hold it hand in hand. After a long separation, my heart was so uneasy that it was fear, excitement or something. I approached it step by step, and I didn’t know why my heart jumped so hard. Some vague images hidden in my mind gradually became clear, as if they had just passed.

In childhood, the shade under the olive tree was our amusement place. We come here almost every day to play, playing the game of eagle catching chicken under the tree, eating sweet potatoes or corns, playing cards, or planning to catch birds somewhere, who got a very beautiful bird and so on. In short, we were like happy birds at that time, always jumping and jumping. Our family can’t shut us up. We are flying freely and carefree in our own blue sky. Thinking of this, a kind of familiar feeling came to my heart involuntarily. There was an inexplicable charge, and I really wanted to play with my partners crazily again. But looking around, there was no one, very quiet, so quiet that I could hear my heartbeat. Suddenly I felt a strange atmosphere, rushing to me from all directions, which made me shake a few times. Why is it so cold in the woods, where are the childhood friends?

I can’t remember how many days I haven’t been here, perhaps because I seldom stay at home. The partners who used to fight under the tree every day had already gone their own way. Now it is people who go to Lin Kong, leaving me alone, staying in this lonely forest foolishly. The ground was overgrown with weeds and fallen leaves all over the ground. It was desolate and silent. I remember that it was not like this before. Standing in front of the olive tree, I couldn’t wait to touch it in my heart. I felt that my hands didn’t listen to the order, and I couldn’t lift it up, trembling directly. My heart is pounding. Even I don’t know that I will be so nervous. Maybe I need some time to get used to it. I tried to calm myself down, stretching out my trembling hands and gently stroking it. Its rough coat gave people an ancient sense of vicissitudes. Years passed by in a hurry, and many marks were carved. It didn’t matter whether the wind blew, the rain hit, or something left. What is left and what cannot be left have become memories.

Autumn, autumn wind, is easy to remind people of falling leaves. I stood motionlessly, looking up at the yellow leaves, reluctantly leaving the branches, falling down one after another alone, like a butterfly about to die, saying goodbye to this beautiful world. However, they were unable to control their own destiny and didn’t know where they were going to fall. They had to obey the autumn wind. What a pity. They sprout and grow in spring, summer has passed the most beautiful years of life, and autumn is over. Although it was short, but as time went by, no matter how much he didn’t give up, he had no choice but to go forward bravely. On the ground, there had been fallen leaves lying quietly on the ground, like a child sleeping soundly, sleeping peacefully and peacefully. However, the autumn wind has driven them down from the tree, so why disturb their dreams? At this moment, my mind couldn’t help flashing the picture of playing with my friends in my childhood. At that time, we had no worries, no pressure, No burden, no greed, no selfishness. The communication between partners is sincere. There are delicious food to eat together and interesting things to play together. Now, I am the only one standing here alone, reliving the happiness of the past and the fallen leaves awakened by the autumn wind.

Here, we went through the spring, summer, autumn and winter of our childhood together and spent many happy days together. Now I think of it, just like yesterday, everything is clearly remembered. You can touch your chin with your hand, and you have a beard.

Things are different, plants are ruthless. Everything here didn’t change much. The olive trees were still so flourishing, standing in front of me like a mighty soldier, overlooking me, a wandering man. Time flies like a shuttle. I have changed too much. Not only do I have a beard, but also my voice becomes heavy. People become sentimental, silent and strong at the same time. The River of Time is galloping, washing away too many things, leaving only memories.

Years, how could you be so heartless and unfaithful that you robbed me of my happy childhood? Why did you carve scars on the olive trees I often dreamed. Time has no life, but how can friendship come? But this tree is more ruthless and unwilling to tell me the ups and downs it has experienced. Does it forget me. I am little boy who used to play under its green shade everyday. Maybe it is the river of time that separates us far away, who can remember who.

The autumn wind was blowing towards the face, with an overwhelming chill. Yellow leaves on the tree fell one after another. I quickly grasped a leaf passing through my eyes with my right hand and held it tightly for fear of losing it once I relaxed. I don’t know why I want to do this, but there are some things that can’t be caught. Even God can’t let the fallen leaves return to the branches. What should be let go is to let go. The autumn wind blows quietly, and the leaves fall quietly.

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The rain that passed away in June made my bitter heart trickle out with slight warmth. The heart rendered by missing is gradually relieved, which enables me to let go of my love for you, because there is a kind of love called letting go. Today, the missing in the rain stops quietly, holding my breath in the most beautiful moment of my blessing your life. You finally married him. And what I should do is to bless you silently, even if the bitter water in my heart is full of bitterness, because what I hope is not that you can be happy? As long as you live better than me, this is enough. The rain before flowers makes your wedding especially beautiful, and also makes my heart calm. In my heart, you are always the person I want to guard silently all my life. Seeing that you can be happy, I should let go of my love for you. Maybe, somewhere in time, somewhere in the city, I may meet someone who makes me love more than you. We are not wrong with each other. Everyone has the right to choose love and the person who has lived with us all his life. Just, don’t say goodbye, OK? It is enough for me to keep silent and guard not far away and see that you are always happy. June passed away, and a ruthless bitter rain began to clear up. The hard ice in my heart is gradually falling apart. Let me explain that there is a kind of love called letting go. My life is destined to be the most beautiful, and I wish you happiness. Remember the eternal past with the diary you once loved to write. It was bitter rain and sunny day, and I wrote down the thick and light love. Now between us is the Luohe River where reality and memory converge. Those who don’t think about the past, just wish you happiness now. After writing this dusty diary, I will forget it all.

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